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THE STORY OF ZEPHYR 


A Christmas Story 


JEANIE OLIVER SMITH 

“Temfie Olivt^ 


NEW YORK 
1917 



Copyright, 1917 
JEANIE OLIVER SMITH 


DEC 15 1317 


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GEORGIA JOHNSON HENRY 




THE STORY OF ZEPHYR 

A Christmas Story 

CHAPTER I 
edwy’s wish 

“Father, 'may I have an English setter 
for my Christmas present?” 

Edwy spoke in a subdued tone, for the 
president of a certain Association, a coun- 
try club, of which his father was a member, 
had come to say good-bye. One branch of 
the party of campers on the lake was about 
to break up; city schools were calling them 
from forest and from field. 

The stranger had taken a seat on the broad 
veranda, his dog at his heels, his carriage 
and horses waiting. 


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Bruno knew his little friend Edwy. The 
boy stood stroking the dog’s ears and speak- 
ing gentle words to him. The dog seemed to 
listen but although he was all attention and 
laid his head down on crossed paws, one eye 
was alert for the movements of his master. 

A dog, an English setter like Bruno, was 
one thing which Edwy had sought with con- 
stant iteration since he was old enough to 
talk; especially since he had seen the devo- 
tion of Bruno for his master and even his 
master’s horses. He had also gained the 
dog’s confidence towards himself. 

Edwy’s mother felt that she must not let 
him keep on hoping for the impossible. They 
could not take a dog to a city home while 
they were building the camp on the lake. It 
was equally out of the question either, to 
carry him back and forth on the cars, or to 
leave him at home with servants while all 
the family were away. 

As he stood stroking the dog’s ears and 


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speaking his own little tender words to him, 
the watchful mother explained, aside, the 
reason of the refusal. 

“You know, Edwy, a dog gets so terribly 
homesick if left in the care of servants. 
Just see how Bruno is waiting to leap to his 
master’s side, and fly down the road the mo- 
ment the horse’s hoofs ring on the highway. 
. . . When you are older. . . 

How Edwy hated the words, “when you 
are older !” It always meant that you could- 
n’t have something when you wanted it. But 
as he was a well-bred child, he always kept 
quiet in company. He had sometimes con- 
fided to Willard, his brother, but that didn’t 
help much. 

“Could I have a kitten then? I do want 
some kind of a thing that isn’t either dumb 
or dead.” A certain chum of Edwy’s — not 
the usual kind of a chum — but one in his 
own and Willard’s estimation well worthy of 
the name, had noticed the fact that the child 


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had so bravely banished the frown of disap- 
pointment. She had also noted the fact that 
no ban had been placed against a kitten, and 
a plan was forming in her mind, but she did 
not divulge it. 


CHAPTER II 


THE LITTLE TRAPPER 

Edwy had been called “The Little Trap- 
per.’^ He had read every book he could find 
about animals. After reading some of them, 
he would be the “warrior bold”; would long 
tc be old enough to shoot and slay and pur- 
sue big game through the forest spaces, but 
bless his heart, he hadn’t the least idea that 
there was any tragedy in it. He had made 
box-traps with his own hands, but in such a 
way, however, that it would hardly frighten 
the little creatures to be caught, for he would 
only keep the little prisoners an hour, or a 
minute perhaps, feed them, and let them go 
free. 

One day he had found in his trap a pretty 
brown-eyed musk-rat, and the creature found 
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himself liberated beside his own stream, not 
a bit the worse for its experience. And one 
day he found a strange slate-colored dor- 
mouse, but it had managed to get out of its 
cage by its own ingenuity or some one’s help. 

Another day he caught several little 
squirrels, first getting one, then another, and 
another, and letting them pass by a bridge of 
his own or his father’s contriving, from one 
box to another, but they were all to be set 
free in a short time and seemed to think it 
was mere play. At first they seemed to try 
to tease each other, their comrades, for the 
moment. He had discovered that in this first 
stage they would not eat, but after a while 
he had rushed into the house to tell Willard 
his new discovery. 

‘‘Why, Willard, they’ve all got acquainted 
with each other, and they know me. They 
seem to know that I don’t mean to hurt them, 
and now they ‘grab’ for everything I offer 
them to eat.” 


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It soon became evident that the squirrel- 
families would have to be more severely 
dealt with, for more than once they had dis- 
turbed the little birds on their nests, and in 
some cases had been known to destroy their 
eggs; so a plan was formed to transport one 
or two of the squirrel families to another 
portion of the woods, and thus leave the rob- 
ins and the warblers in undisputed posses- 
sion near the camp. 

At length came the plans for the opening 
of the doors of the temporary trap, to intro- 
duce the squirrels to their new forest home. 

Where the lake laps the shore, several 
rowboats were drawn up in line and it was 
but the work of a moment to embark, for all 
the interested members of the little group 
could enter readily into the child’s feelings. 
The morning was one of the gems of June, 
with crystal sky and lake. As the boats sped 
out towards the further shore the wise little 
creatures in the box crowded further back. 


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massed themselves in a bunch, their feet to- 
v^^ards the opening of the box, their pointed 
noses quivering with excitement. Their little 
sharp bead-like eyes alert, but less full of 
fear than at first, for already they had 
grown familiar with a petting word from the 
little “trapper” and friend, and were fast 
growing trustful of their human kind. 

Now the problem was to get them to cross 
the small channel of deep water which lay 
between them and the shore. A rustic bridge 
was made by means of a wide board, and then 
the doors were opened! Such a patter of 
little twinkling feet as they ran, one after 
another, “low geared” for the land, while 
the party sailed back or remained on the lake 
to enjoy the delights of rod and line, the 
feast of the flowers on the banks and the 
songs of numberless birds, all part of the 
glorious summer time. 


CHAPTER III 


A WELCOME GUEST 

Some weeks previous to this, while the 
campers ^still thought they had the whole 
summer before them, a little white kitten 
with gold spots, had come, seemingly from 
nowhere, and had sought admission — not to 
Edwy’s camp — but to his Uncle’s, across the 
lake. 

His Uncle’s wife was the dearest, the most , 
teasable aunt in the world. She was known 
sometimes as “Aida,” from a pet name one 
of them had given her. They had never 
called her Aunt, but always some nice pet 
name and always pretended they didn’t care 
a flip for her, but she knew better, for 

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wasn’t she their own mother’s sister, who 
had also a pet name of her own? And were 
they not both daughters of this great chum 
of theirs, who, as their father had told them 
was entirely their own contemporary and 
equal, but at the same time they mustn’t 
tease her or treat her as if they were playing 
football; and mustn’t touch her pretty white 
dress with their “candy” fingers. 

Edwy was glad that the kitten had come 
to visit them. He was afraid that the win- 
ter would be hard on the poor thing. . . . 
Everybody said it could take care of itself, 
but why couldn’t it take care of itself now? 
It came every morning, to ask them for food 
and would give its high-toned purr of satis- 
faction when they had fed it. 

Much as Edwy liked it, he was glad that 
it had not come to his father’s camp, for 
they had some little rabbits. 

They had brought them, when old enough, 
from their own home, and had let them run 


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wild through the woods and underbrush, near 
the woods and the lake. 

‘'But would you believe it, Willard?” he 
said to his brother, “they come back to our 
camp, just as soon as they hear my voice 
shouting to them, half a mile away, and then 
they begin to show up out of the under- 
brush.” 

It was always jolly at his Aunt’s camp, 
for in his own camp, he feared the rabbits 
and the kitten might not agree, and he and 
Willard were quite as much at home in the 
one place as the other. 

The only time when the kitten had visited 
their camp on the hill was once, when they 
had all been away a few days, and when 
both camps were empty for that length of 
time. 

On coming back, the very first thing they 
saw, in front of Edwy’s father’s camp, was 
the little white kitten sitting on the door-step, 
crying a glad welcome to them, arching its 


back, and reaching up for them to pet it. 
Very soon Edwy took the megaphone from 
its corner and called over the lake. . . . 

“Hello !” 

The sound of Aida's voice came floating 
back. 

“Yes: I can hear you.” 

“We all thought our little Zephyr was lost, 
but she is here, all safe and sound; and she’s 
had a bowl of milk. Willard and I are going 
to row the boat over the lake, and bring her 
back to your house, Aida, for that is her real 
home.” 

On reaching the other shore, Aida and 
Mo-ma were glad to welcome the boys with 
their pet, for they had all feared she was 
lost. She had found her way to the other 
house, along a wood road, they thought, all 
the way. If she had gone along the borders 
of the lake, it would have been much nearer, 
but it was swampy that way, so she must 
have taken the high road and had made 


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friends with the tame rabbits, not hurting 
any of them. 

The boys were well pleased with the result 
of their afternoon’s visit, for Zephyr seemed 
so glad to get home, that she went through 
all her little antics for them, hiding under 
the wood pile, then leaping out to surprise 
them and glancing up in their faces almost 
as if she were laughing, trying races with 
them along the wooded shore. After the 
boys had partaken of the nice little lunch 
that Aida had planned for them, some cake 
and berries, crimson raspberries that had 
grown in the field by the road-side, it was 
time to take the boat for their homeward 
trip. 

Zephyr follovv’ed them to the bank and 
looked after them as long as there was light 
enough to see the loat. Aida also, watching 
them off, and their dear motl'er outlined 
against the further shore, waiting their ar- 
rival. 


CHAPTER IV 


ZEPHYR ‘‘second” 

It was Edwy himself who had named the 
cat Zephyr second. For one summer they 
had a cat visitor that he named Zephyr, but 
she had gone back to her home among the 
mountains and they had never seen her again. 
But for this little kitten that had come to 
them, so white, so pretty and engaging, a 
real snow-flake in color, so tiny and playful; 
Zephyr seemed such an appropriate name. 
He could not call it Zephyr alone, for that 
would have seemed like forgetting the for- 
mer one, who was not so beautiful as this 
one, and had never leaped higher than one’s 
head like this one, but Zephyr second, or 
Zephyr II, would be quite the thing, and keep 
the former one in memory. 

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He was glad that this one had come to his 
Aunt Aida’s, for they would be a month 
longer in camp, and then Zephyr’s winter 
would not seem so long. 

He seemed more and more appreciative of 
all the graceful pranks of his pet when she 
ran like a wild happy thing, leaping up as 
high as the fence posts after butterflies in 
the sunshine, running up to the very tops of 
the trees, and back again, but never catching 
the birds, oh no ; she was too happy to lie in 
wait for them, and the best trick of all was, 
when she would sit on the bank and watch 
for a boat coming from the other camp, 
every time he and Willard were out of her 
sight. She would listen for the lapping of 
the oars, then leap to the bank, give a glad 
little cry, arch her back, and give her sweet, 
high-toned purr when they came near. 

One evening before it was quite dark, 
when supper was just ready at their father’s 
camp on the hill, Aida and Mo-ma had come 


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over to stay all night. They were to have 
their even-song, with the organ, violin, and 
guitar, and the sweet human sympathetic 
voices of all in unison. The songs which 
Edwy was sure “could be heard by the birds 
in their nests high up in the tall trees, that 
leaned over the camp roof.” 

They had just heard Willard and his fa- 
ther, fastening their boat at the foot of the 
hill, and now they, “the truants,” were run- 
ning quickly up the stone steps from the land- 
ing, when Willard, the first comer, opened 
the door and thrust some object inside. 

It was none other than Zephyr ! 

“While v/e were passing your dock, we saw 
Zephyr waiting all alone on the bank. We 
called to her, and she came running down 
and we took her right into the boat with us, 
and here she is !” 

“You precious darling,” said Edwy, strok- 
ing her. 

As supper was now ready, he took her in 


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his lap, and, contrary to all rules, he fed her, 
as the poet Maeterlinck used to do with his 
pet cat, talking to her in his happy voice in 
his own place at the table. 

The evening had grown cool enough to 
have a fire of apple-tree wood, blazing before 
the broad hearth, so before they began their 
even-song, Willard had laid the moss-cov- 
ered logs together and lighted them, remov- 
ing first the dainty fender, which his own 
hands had made, with artistic deftness; hav- 
ing woven in the name of their camp among 
the interstices of the woven wire. Now, 
where the welcome fire-glow shone through 
it on the hearth-rug, Zephyr had taken her 
position, quite at home and happy; purring 
her “grey thrums,” louder than ever, in her 
:ontentment. 


CHAPTER V 


THE REAL MEANING OF CHRISTMAS 

It seemed now as if this second camp, 
where Zephyr lived, had new attractions for 
Edwy. He would spend the days happily 
with his friends. 

Here was that teasable aunt Aida, and his 
friend, *‘Mo-ma”; his own little conceit to 
avoid the longer name, but then he had as 
many pet names for her, as there were 
months in the year. She never held up other 
boys to them as examples, for she always 
seemed to think that he and Willard were the 
“best ever.” 

But it was drawing near the time that one 
branch of the family of campers would have 
to say good-bye to summer fields and woods, 
and go back to the city and school. Edwy 


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felt a little blue about leaving his pets and 
had a quiet talk with this special friend of 
his, after the rest had gone out on the lake 
to have a last chance at the trout fishing, 
before leaving the lake. 

He was in the reminiscent mood that pre- 
cedes sleep, and was telling his friend how 
much he wished they would always stay in 
the country. 

“But, after all, you would miss the bright, 
happy Christmas, in the city home, you 
know.*^ 

“Oh yes, to be sure, and we’ll have the 
lovely snowflakes coming down from the sky, 
and a lot of good times.” 

She had asked him then, when they were 
talking about Christmas, and about all the 
delights of that time, if he knew the real 
meaning of Christmas. 

“Why yes,” he had answered. “It is to 
keep in mind a very great event in the world, 
the greatest that ever happened. But then. 


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you know, it wouldn’t be Christmas to us 
boys, if we didn’t get some gifts of our very 
own, for we can’t always be thinking ‘big 
thoughts.’ 

“So many things,” he continued, “were im- 
possible until he was older. He had wanted 
a dog, but he couldn’t have that. He had 
asked for a cat, but, of course, he couldn’t 
have that. He could only have kids’ things. 

“If he was only a shepherd he could have 
some lambs. He had once had a tame weasel 
and it was the dearest thing, but you couldn’t 
pet a weasel, although you could get to love 
it, and feel as if the world had come to an 
end when it died. 

“But there was always one Christmas that 
he remembered. He had got a lot of things 
that day, but when night came he w^as so 
tired, that he had a fight with his brother. 
Oh, not a real fight, you know ; only the kind 
that brothers always have. People may 
think you awful, and send you off to bed, but 


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half the time you don’t know what’s the mat- 
ter. Why, that was only last Christmas? 
Do you remember that night, Mo-ma?” 

“Perfectly.” 

“We were at home in the city,” he con- 
tinued. “You had come up to my room and 
' sat by me. I was all covered up with the 
quilt, so you wouldn’t see my red eyes. All 
at once we heard some one singing. It was 
only Mamma and Aida. Mamma was play- 
ing the air on the dear violin, Aida accom- 
panying her on the piano and singing, and 
she always gives one a chance to hear the 
Vv^ords.” 

“Yes, Edwy, I remember. You flew out of 
bed and leaned over the banisters to hear. 
It was from The Oratorio of the ‘Messiah.’ 
You wished they would play and sing it all 
night. You had forgotten all your troubles 
in a moment.” 

“Oh, I can hear it now, even after all these 
months, as the remembrance of it comes 


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through the still evening air. ‘He shall feed 
his flock . . . feed his flock . . . like a shep- 
herd. He shall carry the lambs in his bosom, 
and shall gently lead those that are with 
young.* Then you told me the story about 
His life, after I came back to bed, and I 
fell asleep, saying it over and over. He shall 
feed his flock . . . feed his flock . . . like 
a shepherd . . . and carry the lambs in his 
bosom . . . the little . . . little . . . lambs !” 


CHAPTER VI 


DEPARTURE OF THE FIRST GROUP OF CAMPERS 

Edwy’s special friend had noticed how 
bravely he had given up the idea of taking 
any of the country pets to the city, at least 
until he grew older, but there was one little 
plan which she had not as yet divulged to 
anybody. She had remarked to herself that 
a kitten had not been forbidden, simply be- 
cause it had not been thought of as a possi- 
bility. After the boys and their parents had 
said good-bye to their camp, and the whistle 
of their train could be heard far over the 
hills, she began to take a new course with 
Zephyr. The little lonesome creature would 
go often down to the bank, and seem to 
watch for the coming of a boat and a wel- 
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coming warwhoop, but would always come 
back disappointed. It was at such times that 
Aida and her mother would have a loving 
word for Zephyr, and it evidently was at a 
loss to know what such unusual attention 
meant. For instance, Zephyr might have 
wondered why she was so often invited to 
go to sleep in a -large cushioned box, with 
a wire cover, not often closed, over her; and 
why she was fed occasional dainties in this 
place, until she had grown to love it, and feel 
perfectly at home in it. 

Up to this time, they had not been quite 
sure but that some one might claim Zephyr, 
but they had found out by accident, that a 
family had moved away from a near-by ham- 
let, and had left this helpless creature to the 
mercy of fierce dogs and winter terrors; but 
a kind Providence that doth not let even the 
sparrows fall had brought her to a good 
home, and now, that it had been decided 
what could be done for her by the remain- 


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ing- friends at the camp, there was no lack 
of affection shown. So Zephyr grew soft 
and fluffy and more engaging than ever, had 
no fear of her wire-covered box, in which 
she was being prepared for a longer jour- 
ney, and eventually for summers and win- 
ters to come. In this way she might be 
brought back and forth to the camp every 
summer. 

Some weeks had passed befo e the second 
army of campers were ready to leave. The 
autumn days had turned the leaves of the 
forest from gold to crimson, the Hermit 
thrush had ceased its song of the even-tide, 
and when they were all ready to leave the 
camp, Zephyr did not seem at all surprised 
to be taken along with them. She was taken 
to Aida’s home at first, for her (Aida’s) tall 
husband had at last come home, braving the 
dangers of the war-ravaged seas. 


CHAPTER VII 

ONE OF zephyr’s SUMMER HOMES 

As Aida’s real summer home was in a 
lovely small city in one of the more north- 
ern belts of the state, she would not go to 
the great city for a month yet. So this 
country house, the Blake home, happened 
to be Zephyr’s first stopping place. While 
mother and daughter, in the quiet of the 
home garden, had many a talk under the trees 
about the friends who had preceded them to 
that great city, which has always welcomed 
its own people; and also the oppressed of all 
nations, and honored them so long as the 
privileges of citizenship were appreciated. 
To those who seemed to understand intui- 

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lively that the “Statue of Liberty,” presented 
by a sister nation, meant more of friendship, 
loyalty, and respect, than words could ex- 
press, it was a most wonderful boon, and at 
once the “Empire city” seemed to become 
law-abiding, by absorption, under the leader- 
ship of the great souls who ruled both city 
and country, and their appreciation of this 
new and lasting bond. 

While Aida and her mother were happy 
in the garden and thinking “Big thoughts,” 
Edwy’s pretty name for all he could not 
quite comprehend, Aida, looking up, saw a 
shadow pass over her mother’s face. 

“If Edwy were here, dearest, he would 
ask his friend, why? And he would wait 
for you to answer his loving question, but 
I think I know.” 

“How do any of us know, when our boys 
come to be grown men, what may they not 
have to do to hold such liberty sacred? Can 
we be sure that their beautiful lives might 


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not have to pay the toll of enrollment for 
their sacred trust — for their country?” 

It was a thought she would not leave in 
a moment. 

“If both boys were here, dear, they would 
remind you of the Shepherd’s story, which 
you have so often told them.” 

By way of taking her mind from life’s 
strange vicissitudes, Aida called her atten- 
tion to the fact of Zephyr’s disappearance. 
Where could it have gone? 

The little creature never seemed to have 
felt quite so much at home as at the North. 
It had missed the lake, the boats and the 
merry voices of the two boys, as they came 
between the two camps, with the sound of 
beating oars. Sure enough. Zephyr had gone 
without even touching her breakfast. 

Just at that moment a little girl came along 
the garden walk, stepping over the bank be- 
side Aida’s lovely flowers, many of them still 
blooming although so late in the autumn. 


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‘I’ve brought your Kitty home,” she said 
gently. “But she loves to stay right in my 
arms. I found her in the schoolroom, and I 
don’t believe she would have been afraid of 
any of the boys for they all petted her, but 
the teacher was having them say some dates 
in unison, and it made such a racket that she 
came running to me, and I knew just who 
owned her, for I had seen her in your gar- 
den.” 

“O, thank you a thousand times ! Zephyr 
shall know you as her little friend.” 

“May I take her to school again?” 

“Every day if you wish, and play with her 
here, too, under the trees.” 

“What were the dates that the scholars 
were saying in unison ?” the mother asked. 

“One was the date on which the beautiful 
Statue of Liberty came from France with 
its motto, ‘Liberty Enlightening the World.’ ” 

“Just what we were talking about, dear,” 
said the mother thoughtfully. “Ever since its 


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arrival, it has been wreathed with loving, and 
often poetic thought, and I am glad that 
our schools are asking you to remember the 
dates of great events. 

“While we are staying here she can go to 
school with you every day, and you are wel- 
come here, too, among Aida’s flowers !” 


CHAPTER VIII 

A SURPRISE 

Winter had really come at last, the snow- 
flakes had covered the brown fields, and time 
was fast hastening on to bring the great day 
of all the year, Christmas day. Aida had 
sent gifts that she knew they would like, 
their Uncle had brought them some gifts 
from Paris, and this special friend of theirs 
had her own plan, that made her smile to 
herself, when she thought how Edwy loved 
things that he could pet and fondle and call 
his own. The other presents had all been 
sent early to their city home, and messages 
of thanks had been sent back, but the ques- 
tion had been flashed back to the senders: 
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“Why didn’t you come yourselves ? Christ- 
mas day is never Christmas day, unless you 
are here!” 

But it was almost over, and, as yet, not 
any sign of the rest of the group as the slow 
hours passed. 

All at once there was a loud sound of 
tramping in the hall, then a shout of welcome 
in the air, and Edwy hoped it might be one 
person ... no, two, whom he loved, and 
who loved him. And sure enough, he was not 
disappointed. Aida was there, and right be- 
hind her Edwy’s friend appeared on the 
scene, all trim and fine, her eyes full of 
love ; and before they knew it, she had made 
a pounce upon Edwy, and the next moment 
had him in her arms. 

She said nothing about a wire-covered box 
that stood in the hall, but seeing it acci- 
dentally after he had given her a good hug, 
“a real bear-hug,” he said: 

“Oh, you’ve brought down one of my box- 


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traps. Is it one of them ? But we don’t need 
any box-traps here, for there’s nothing to 
catch.” 

But Willard, by this time, had torn off 
the cover. . . . The box was opened wide at 
last, and oh ! wonder of wonders ! here was 
the little white cat, their beautiful Zephyr, 
looking up at them with questioning eyes. i 

The shout that went up ended suddenly 
with the peculiarly happy screech of an In- 
dian warwhoop, a sound they had not heard 
from Edwy’s lips for many a month. In- 
stead of jumping out of her box at once. 
Zephyr sat up on her cushion, and began to 
wash her face with her velvet paw, and when 
she saw Edwy, she began at once that high- 
toned purr, as if to show her gratitude, that 
after her long journey, she had found her 
friends. Her next act was to jump out of 
her box, after one look at their glad faces, 
and another glance from floor to ceiling and 
from ceiling to floor, she started on a wild 


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chase after one of the Christmas apples, that 
had rolled out on the floor. 

The boy and the cat now had their race 
of pure delight from room to room. While 
the grace of her motions seemed the most 
wonderful in the world, making all the peo- 
ple laugh, the rapt happy look on Edwy's 
face was a greater joy. It was a marvel of 
expression. 

Zephyr was his very own, to keep always ! 


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